Quotes About Feelings

The difference between laughing your head off and shouting your head off is that with one you are happy and with the other you are angry.

The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning.

A moment of peril is often also a moment of kindness and affection. We are thrown off our guard by the general agitation of our feelings, and betray the intensity of those, which at more tranquil periods, our prudence at least conceals, if it cannot altogether suppress them.

Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader, not the fact that it's raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.

Your sixth sense speaks to you in many ways—in symbols, pictures, metaphors, feelings, dreams, and even signs on the road. Your spirit has a language of its own, and the more freely you talk about your vibes, the more you come to know the language of your spirit.

Put a positive spin when sharing your intuitive feelings, such as saying, "I have a great idea" instead of "This feels weird." If you think of vibes as "pearls of wisdom" instead of "strange feelings," then it's easier to share those pearls with grace, humor, and style.

In working with people one-on-one daily for nearly 35 years, I can unequivocally state that unless you remove all kinds of psychic debris, your journey will most likely stop right here. In other words, you can't move one inch closer to trusting your vibes if you let your ego tenaciously cling to your hurt feelings, resentments, and projections.

It is my responsibility to feel good, and it is my fault if I don't.

I like your sister. A lot. I look at him dumbly. He looks at me, lowers his voice to say, I like you.

I'll have to admit, he really does have quite a smile. Kind of heart-stopping, especially as it comes out of nowhere. I mean... you know. If your heart was in the kind of place to be stopped.

My voice is clotted with unshed tears.

I can see the warmth. He's falling for me.

Great. Just great. One glimpse of his body and I have a full-blown crush. I honestly thought I was a bit deeper than that.

I had a choice: Follow my heart or don't break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts.

She's been used to hiding her feelings for so long, no wonder her manner can be a little awkward.

I feel a hotness behind my eyes. I have no idea why. I don't know why I suddenly feel affected. I want to type I admire you, but I can't bring myself to. Not even by text. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, I type: I understand you.

Yes, I made the mistake of falling in love with a man without any feelings. Now it all makes sense.

I feel kind of exhilarated. And kind of emptied out. Which may seem like an overreaction, but then, in case you hadn't picked it up, I am the Queen of Overreaction.

Oh, God. Full crush alert. Full, one hundred percent, old-fashioned adolescent crush.

Follow my heart or don't break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts

His dark, steady gaze is impossible to read. I don't know what he's thinking. Except that he was thinking about me. And that he still has feelings about me. Of some sort. Essentially the same way.

God, love is crap. It's crap.

A man's anger can never age and fade away, not until he dies. The dead alone feel no pain.

Reason is God's crowning gift to man, and you are right To warn me against losing mine. I cannot say— I hope that I shall never want to say!— that you Have reasoned badly. Yet there are other men Who can reason, too; and their opinions might be helpful. You are not in a position to know everything That people say or do, or what they feel: Your temper terrifies them—everyone Will tell you only what you like to hear.